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I Can't Do This On My Own *Frerard*

Chapter 2


I heard the annoyance of my alarm clock, signaling it was time to wake up. Groaning to myself I rolled over and slid the screen of my phone to shut it off. I made my way downstairs but stopped dead in my tracks when I saw the living room was all packed up "Mom what's going on?" I questioned walking into the kitchen where she was packing more things

"Oh, Frank good you're up. When you come home from school today I need you to pack all your things were moving again" I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion "Again?" she sighed "Yeah, I figured it'd be good, You'd get to see your old friends again, I'd get to see mine" She smiled "Yeah? Or is that Dad found us again?" I retorted, Her smile quickly faded "Just go get dressed. I'll be picking you up at noon so you can pack" I rolled my eyes and made my way back to my room to get dressed.

School seemed to drag on forever that day. I said goodbye to all my teachers. I didn't have any friends so I didn't need to worry about that. But there was a kid I was doing a science project with. Had to tell her...

"Alice... I have to tell you something" I said awkwardly, She was standing with all the assholes of the school "What is it, Freak?" I rolled my eyes "I'm moving. Finnish the project on your own. Bitch" I walked away giving her no time to reply.

I let my black hair fall over my face as I made my way to the office to wait for my mother. Slumping down in the stupid plastic waiting chair I messed around with my fingers sighing ever few moments out of frustration. I hated always being the new kid.
Packing didn't take near as long as I thought, Only 3 1/2 hours and by the end of it, I was exhausted. But of course, we had to leave right away...

I watched the trees as we passed by. The moon causing them to cast creepy shadows "I am really sorry Frankie.." My mother said for the umpteenth time this evening. "Mom, I said it's fine. We gotta do what we gotta do" I mumbled, resting my head on the window and closed my eyes. Only to be woken up half an hour later. Looking at the clock I saw the green LED numbers that read 3:21 am, I rolled my head to look at my mom "Don't worry, the movers already have all the big stuff in the house. All we have to do is unpack, But that can wait till tomorrow" She spoke softly as she pulled into the garage.

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Six AM came early. and I wasn't prepared for the day, Especially with three hours of sleep. I stumbled down the hall once I was done getting ready and poured myself a cup of coffee. "Morning sweetie" My mom smiled "Mhhh" I huffed. She rolled her eyes and continued making breakfast. Five cups of coffee and 2 pancakes later I was walking out the door and on my way to school.

Slowly I dragged my feet along, Not wanting anyone to notice me. I've changed a lot and not for the better. Well, Other people's definition of 'better'. I'll be lucky if I get through the day without getting shoved into any lockers.

As I made my way out of my door, I couldn't help but notice the house across from mine, Something seemed familiar. But I didn't care enough to think.
Everything was so nostalgic, But yet so different at the same time. Like I know I've most likely been down here before but everything is different than from what I remember.

Walking up to the building I sigh... Good old Bellville. I made my way to the office and got my schedule and locker number... I then made my way to my locker and threw my bag in it...
Making my way to my first class. Praying that at some point I'd see Gerard and it would make things all better.

The first three classes flew by and it was now lunch. People were whispering things while staring at me. making me feel even more self-conscious than I already was. Sighing I grabbed an apple and sat down at the far end of the cafeteria. My silence was disturbed though when a hand was slammed in front of me "SO you're the new kid?" The voice hissed, with a heavy accent, avoiding eye contact I nodded "You look like a fucking fag" tears poked at my eyes as I finally looked up at the person, He had long brown hair, not too long though.

He had deep brown eyes and three little dot's by his right eye "What, blade got your tongue?" He spat "That joke is fucking low, get out of here ya cockney bastard" a voice shot from behind him, I peeked around him to see a boy, who looked vaguely familiar, soft eyes, brownish blond hair that was slightly spiked. "Oh yeah, What are you gonna do about it?" The British dick head spun around but went rigid when he saw the boy... He wasn't the least bit intimidating though so I had no clue why... "Fuck, What are you gonna go cry to your brother about it?" "Oliver I suggest you fucking leave. Go back to your pathetic group of friends" Oliver, I guess, then Huffed and walked away, mumbling something about someone's brother.

"Sorry about him, hes a cock" The kid, who I still didn't know the name of, sat down. I shrugged "It's fine, I'm used to it" Hefrowned "Frank? Right? Iero?" I took the time to admire his face, his soft pink lips, warm eyes... I couldn't place who he looked like though, not for the life of me; I nodded "Yeah?" He smiled "I fuckin knew it!" I looked at him, obviously puzzled "I'm sorry, I feel like I know you but I just...-" "Oh! Frank its me! Mikey!" Realization hit me "No way! Wow Looking good!" I smiled "You too, Whats been happening?"


We talked about our day, lives, relationships. Everything except Gerard. I swear I meant to ask about him... I swear I did. But we were just too distracted and it never came up and by the time I remembered to ask, I was already standing on my front porch at 5:30 pm having a smoke...


It was around six pm, I was at my desk working on a song when I saw a kid... Boy to be exact. Standing on his front porch smoking a cigaret. His raven black hair fell messily on his head and his eyes were rimmed with black eye liner.. huh fag, I thought to myself. But couldn't help the feeling that I knew him... His soft facial features, the way he stood was all too familiar. I just couldn't place it.

Not that I cared much anyway.

To me, he was just another emo faggot, who no doubt self-harms. Although I can't say much about that one, otherwise I'd be a hypocrite... Although I can poke fun about his sexuality...
He looked fairly new, and I remeber Oliver texting me earlier about some kid that fit this one's description.

I went to bed, looking forward to seeing that kid in the halls tomorrow. I don't get as violent as Oliver, To be honest, I don't ever lay hands on someone. But saying a few mean things never hurt any one... Right?


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